Blue Lips

Red puffy eyes,
Damp cheeks,
Shaking fingers.
Uttering’s of silent stifled shrieks
Sighing,
Chest pains.
Keeping to myself,
The color in my face drains.
No more smiles,
Dropping grades,
Vanishing friendships.
No hope from this gray haze.
Long lost hopes
Never sober
Spilling blood,
Little empty bottles all over.
Blue lips.
Cold skin.
Dead body
In the den.
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